TurnKey Lovers

by Destiny Blaine

  Brogan continued to fondle her breasts while his lips trailed her with an even stream of kisses. Heaven help her, his mouth touched every centimeter of skin, but when his tongue ran across her lower back, and he reached over her middle with a wandering hand, she froze. The lapping and sucking stopped short of a man's victory, and with a slight sip goodbye, she released Phillip and glared down at Brogan's hand.

  * * * *

  "What do you think you're doing?” She pressed her legs together.

  Phillip crooked his head and fisted his cock. “Here sweet baby, don't worry about him. Let me show you how I can please you."

  She slapped the same thigh she'd only just massaged with a great deal of pleasure.

  "I think you mean to show me how I can pleasure you."

  Brogan's hand moved into the crease of her upper thigh, right outside, yes so very close to her intimate space, a guarded place she'd never opened up for exploration, never mind a full-fledge exhibition. Now, the men in front of her expected it. They planned for it in ways she didn't begin to know how to allow much less enjoy.

  Her knees pushed closer together, and just as they did, Phillip yanked her wrist and pulled her from Brogan and the cushioning beneath her. She landed solid against his chest.

  As with any fear-factor, the impact initiated a swallowed gulp of air. Incompressible, yet nothing and it burned all the same as she damn near choked on anxiety. “Let me go.” She tugged, but her wrist was clasped in the manly hands of her controller. Someone who had his way with women—she saw it in his eyes—his alarming, deep green eyes.

  "Who are you?” She whispered it into his lips.

  "I'm the man your father only hoped you would never meet but still understood one day would.” He locked his lower lip under his teeth and in doing so confined the smile looming.

  He was so damn proud. Too fucking cocky—and all the more irresistible. If he'd been an employee in her world, the tiny corner she occupied with important decisions to make and contracts to sign, she'd have fired him on the spot.

  Brogan stood up behind them, and she immediately remembered the man who had brought her there. The one who escorted her to The Zahur suddenly seemed like an unwanted third party or worse—one controlled, bought even, by the man who held her in his locked clasp.

  This time, when he cupped her breasts, he seemed to offer them to Phillip, and immediately, the man in front of her took one and then kissed his way to the other before surrounding it with his hot mouth and yes, oh, God, yes, he sucked them willingly. He pulled her into a skilled lover's mouth while his tongue tweaked the little nub with a playful roll over it one minute and a sensational, but nearly painful nip, the next.

  Brogan began to move against her. His fisted cock needed some attention, but she couldn't help him. She had a lover's euphoria, and everything Phillip did to her only made her want him more.

  At some point, she was led across a threshold. The outdoor feel of the lanai and nearby pool and grill seemed far in the distance now, and she saw it. The divisions of the rooms as the doors divided to part and reveal a new separating space; she followed where they both led her.

  Dizzy, she felt so dizzy. Something, anything ... no, nothing could compare. Pushed to the bed, she didn't feel the back of a mattress against her calves, and why would she? One man pushed, and the other pulled. They both helped positioning; they both manipulated her body in the way it suited them most.

  Phillip slid down over her, kissing her as he moved. Brogan straddled her chest and suggested, offered really, his hard cock against her swollen lip. “Come now, darling. It's time to learn.” Still the teacher. Forever the paid man, he had a job to do, and he planned to follow protocol.

  She felt Phillip at her middle and then down against her calves before he worked his way toward her hips and thighs. He touched, kissed, massaged, and fondled.

  "Ohhhh, God!"

  "Oh, yeah.” Brogan snapped her lips into place as his large size filled her mouth.

  Phillip licked and plunged into her with a tongue so driven to please.

  Brogan slowly moved his cock in deep before withdrawing, and he did it again and again with controlled discipline. “Now, darling, lick the end."

  She did.

  "Sweet.” He moved into her again. Forceful, this time he stayed a bit longer and then reluctantly withdrew. “Spread your legs for Phillip. Let him please you."

  Her knees dropped, openly exposing her to the man in between her legs. Her hips rose high and higher still when his hands moved under her ass. “Divine. She is simply special.” He captured her clit then, and with a rolling bite, ah yeah, it was a true nip, he suckled her into the first orgasm claimed in their private event.

  * * * *

  Brogan watched her face change, and it was enough. He slipped out of her mouth long enough to hear, really experience the sound of a woman in true sensual motion. He glanced over his shoulders and admired the way her body moved with the fire stirring from within. She pressed her sweet pussy into Phillip's mouth, and he hungrily ate. He winked a mocking approval at Brogan. He had the first taste. He had bragging rights—as if he'd ever use them.

  Brogan caressed her cheek, and she moaned out as if the touch intensified the climax she continued to ride. “That's it, darling. My beautiful woman.” He oozed with sweetness, and sometimes when he was with the women who paid him, he meant it, though never as much as he did now. This was a woman who was different, and she was so much more than the women Phillip allowed him to please in the past. She was untouched by other men. Only Phillip had tasted her, and now, oh hell yeah, now she would have her first true sprinkling of man.

  Her eyes challenged him, and it was enough. His thighs bunched, and he felt his ass tighten as if his butt cheeks squeezing together would stop him from moving into her with rapid thrusts and proclaimed beats. Oh, hell no, not now. She would swallow him whole or not at all, but he would not stop himself from the pleasure.

  His jaw dropped, and he held tight to the base, but only for a second, and he pushed hard against the back of her throat. “Swallow, darling. Don't disappoint. Swallow my cream. That's it, darling. Suck deep."

  "Sweet woman, oh, sweet woman!” Brogan felt her close around him as her body rose and fell against Phillip's mouth still accommodating her rhythm. Phillip stroked her insides with his tongue while Brogan glided across her tongue. “Divine pleasure. Sweet, sweet wonder."

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  Chapter Six

  Brogan rolled off of her but hesitated when he did. He was a sated man, but Phillip was anything but satisfied. He only glanced at his friend once before he suckled Paisley's breasts.

  His mouth trailed over a nipple before he kissed her neck and whispered in her ear. “Did you enjoy me, Paisley?"

  Breathless moans of approval slipped from her lips as she turned her head from side to side but stopped when she caught herself in a lover's gaze. “I did."

  "Me, too.” Brogan's palm slid across her chest, and he gave her breast a tight, firm squeeze.

  "Then you'll love the rest of it.” He moved his hand quickly to her center, cupping it only a second before slipping two fingers beyond the folds. He fingered her slowly, in a roundabout play. Then, rapidly, his fingers moved in and out and in once again. An easy rhythm with an admirer's encouragement.

  A sigh fell and then a grunt. Her knees fell open wide, her body proved ready—wet.

  And oh how pleased he was to discover it, because he defined a man weak with sexual necessity. He looked down on her before locking eyes with the one man who wanted her first. “Tough break, Brogan."

  He set his jaw, bit his lower lip, and heaven help him, he pushed into her fast with lust guiding his strokes. Hot heat covered his cock upon entry and holy hell, he just wanted to fuck for hours. Yeah, he could screw her for long seconds and make every one of them count. If they didn't have to discuss business at some point, he'd fuck her until he came and then start over again. He'd never been so eager
to fuck a woman's virginity right out of her memory, but today, everything changed.

  "Tight—just a snug compartment.” He thrust his cock forward and up, sure and confident—he swiped at just the right spot.

  And he got it. Damn did she wiggle and yelp.

  "Oh!” The ouch would've followed, but he didn't allow it. She knew aches and pains like no other because he plunged into her without the concern for it. She paid Brogan's liaison for a teacher, but he wanted to be the one to show her how a man loved a woman with a dick trained and designed to please just her into believing such a notion.

  "Ah yeah, darling woman, it's going to hurt. It's going to throb until it doesn't and then it's going to rock you beautifully and -with an affliction you'll most certainly remember.” He moved out of her, but the tip never left entirely. Hell, it would've been an agonizing event to leave her completely. It scoured across her clit and then slid into her folds once more. The damn thing had a mind of its own.

  Hell. What a gift. He chuckled.

  "Shit!” He felt her welcome him and pulsate against him as she cursed the rising and falling of bodies.

  This time when he sank in, he didn't stay. He withdrew quickly and stared down at her little peaked gems. Brogan tickled them until they were perky and round. He'd touched them, tweaked at one, and then the other and, by God, his lips had kissed them.

  "My beautiful woman.” He latched onto one pointed jewel and sucked in the fire he found in her hot little nipple. He uncurled his tongue and lapped her into an undeniable state of arousal.. All the while, he rode her. Stroke after stroke, he entered her until he couldn't achieve anything more than the true end result—and together, they came.

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  Chapter Seven

  When Paisley woke up, she was covered in a loose, white sheet. It smelled like a bouquet of freshly picked flowers. She pulled it to her nose and inhaled. The scent of men surrounded her, too, and the divine reminder of time well spent stained her belly. The filmy existence of man's pleasure ran in a dried stream across her stomach, and she smiled with the memory as her fingertips followed it.

  He slept against me. She thought of how Brogan had towered over her soon after Phillip left her well spent. He was hard with profound desire. She was tired and fulfilled, and yet Brogan was anxious. How could she deny him? His cock pleaded a masculine case, and though there were vast differences in size of each man's member, the skills found in Brogan's proved ever bit as entertaining.

  Brogan had a lot to offer a woman. His cock stroked with capabilities and with tenderness, and right before she came, he pulled her up to him, switching their positions. Amazingly, or at least she thought so, his cock never left her pussy even when he moved for better balance or positioning. Once she was on top, he grabbed her thighs and moved her in a way she didn't know a woman moved. She met her climax with Brogan as easily as with Phillip. All the while locking eyes with the man she wanted to feel once again—Phillip.

  His blonde hair drifted over his shoulder and down his back, and his broad shoulders squared against the oversized corner chaise. Against the black material covering the furniture, he looked superior, like the lounger found good fortune with having his ass against it. She wanted to go to him, and he waited for her there.

  She'd been mesmerized by his actions, noticing how he tugged his own member harder and harder as she had sex with Brogan. Her eyes blurred from the act of it all. She didn't cry, but she wanted to scream. His existence there with them seemed so out of the ordinary but yet so comfortable—so right.

  Brogan moved from her after achieving his climax, and she noticed the gesture only occurred with a great deal of reluctance. He originally collapsed against her, and she assumed he liked being inside of her because he didn't move instantly, but she craved Phillip again, and the more she thought of him, his size, his body—the wetter she became.

  Rich with another man's cream, she'd motioned for Phillip to join them, but he'd refused. He'd motioned for her then, and as he did, his head fell against the back of the long recliner.

  She stood, lost in a trance of sorts, and walked straight into his arms. Once she was there, he loved her until morning.

  * * * *

  "Did you sleep well?” Brogan entered the room with a pot of fresh coffee and fruit tray.

  She nearly jumped out of her skin and felt sudden embarrassment when she realized she had her hand at her pussy after revisiting the night before. “Yes.” She looked around at the richly appointed room.

  "Good. Are you hungry, darling?"

  "You don't have to call me darling. I believe I paid for services already rendered.” She reached for the tray, but he ignored her, retrieving it somewhat before he moved it under her extended arms to set it on her lap.

  Phillip entered then, fully clothed. He walked toward her with a lot of confidence, and as she pulled the sheet tighter around her, she touched her flat stomach once more. His mark of satisfaction covered her, and as if he translated where and why her hand retreated to her belly, he looked at her with a stare of pure ownership. Oh yes, one glance and she was forever hooked.

  Brogan kissed the top of her head and left them.

  "He works for you.” She poured a cup of coffee with a great deal of concentration.

  Phillip walked over to the window and drew the curtains, and when he did, she saw a lovely garden before them. It literally took her breath away. She strained to see beyond a cobblestone pathway where roses led the way to a most spectacular artificial landscape.

  "Last night, he worked for you."

  "Don't be cavalier."

  "Darling, I'm anything but arrogant.” He walked around the room and sat down on the edge of the bed.

  "Do you have everything you need there?"

  "I don't eat much."

  "Yes, you do."

  She glanced up and then back down at her tray again. “How would you know?” Slowly, she brought the coffee cup to her lips.

  "It's my business to know about my women."

  The sip she intended to take all but sprayed from her lips.

  With a chuckle, he crossed his arms. “Don't get choked up. You had to know after last night."

  No, she didn't. But now she did. Damn. “So this is how it happens?” She only whispered the question.

  "This is how.” He gave her slight nod.

  "And there are others?"

  "A harem of them, I'm afraid. Several on each colony."

  "Then I have no use for you."

  "Apparently, you have many—all of them acceptable, by the way."

  She put a grape to her lips and then bit it in half. The sweet flavor of the fruit offered enough juice to remind her she was really thirsty. As soon as she swallowed, she washed it down with a gulp of hot coffee.

  Phillip leaned back on the bed. “Don't worry, lover; you'll never meet the others."

  "I imagine not because I'm not concerned with them, and they won't be concerned with me. As you can see, I'm a woman who isn't in need of a man, and by the way, I presume this home here is mine."

  "But of course you would assume. The most magnificent dwelling on every colony would belong to Paisley Properties."

  She shrugged. “My parents left behind quite a legacy."

  A cocky expression covered his face. “That they did and so did mine.” He pulled an envelope from his spring jacket and tossed it next to her breakfast tray. “You'll find a lot of designer clothing in the closet. Meet me in the foyer in an hour. We have things to discuss."

  Before she could stop him with a series of inquiries, he was gone, but Brogan reappeared within minutes.

  "Brogan?” She was cautious because now she realized he would be anything but a trustworthy ally. He sided with her temporary enemy.

  "Do you need something? Anything at all?"

  Her gaze narrowed, and her brow gave an inch or so. His empty stare gave her a lot of things to ponder, and while she had questions, she knew the man in front of her wo
uld be unwilling or perhaps even unable to provide answers. “No, never mind."

  "Are you sure?"

  "Yes, I'm sure. Thank you. That will be all.” She dismissed him then like she'd screwed him the night before—without emotion or feeling—and without a lot of forethought, she waved her hand. Her thoughts were consumed by another, just as they'd been hours previously.

  Phillip. To hell with him. Phillip. Fuck him. Phillip. Damn it all—how she craved him. After one night with him, she never wanted to sleep alone again.

  Brogan stood in front of her straight and still—and every bit the man he knew how to be. He was hard with desire, and as if she could miss it, he moved his palm across the soft cotton material restraining him, at best.

  "Is there something else?” Her eyes darted to his manhood. What else could she do? She was only a woman.

  She thought about asking him for it. Another ‘lesson’ or a trip to the bedroom to work off her frustration. No, asking showed weakness, and it couldn't be tolerated in her world. Not here and not on earth.

  "I have everything I need.” She added the statement with renewed confidence.

  He smirked. “Yes, and you will find all of us here at The Zahur Homestead more than willing to serve. We will do our best to make sure you never want for anything more than what is within your reach.” He adjusted himself then and offered a wink. Suggestive? Hell yes! She wanted to extend her arm to stop him, but thoughts of another ran rampant.

  She waved him off rather than draw him near. This time, he disappeared as she'd requested, just as he'd come when she'd demanded the night before. Robotic in his movement, empty in his stare.

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  Chapter Eight

  Phillip hoped he'd find her agreeable, but when he discovered she wasn't going to become his woman just because he'd seduced her, he played the harem card with her. In fact, he never planned to return to his appointed harem, but after a few minutes to think without her staring at his member, why sweeten the pot? No, not yet. She didn't need to know everything at once.